After a beautiful day yesterday, this morning we were back to grey and damp conditions. We decided to head over to the west side of the island away from the Paps ( the mountain range on Jura).
About a mile into our journey we met a German tour coach.
How on earth are vehicles like these allowed to drive on the islands roads? Luckily for us the driver backed up and we continued to the islands main town of Bowmore.
Bowmore distillery was the first distillery on the island. Now there are nine. The town of tiny white washed cottages and unusual round church was interesting to walk around. The sun played hide and seek, eventually showing itself. In the main square two elderly ladies complained it was too warm. Pardon? The mercury had hit 17 c. Obviously a heatwave in these parts. Pleased to be able to sit out to eat our lunch by the harbour we were both shocked and saddened when a group of seven school children sat at a nearby bench, ate various packets of junk food then discarded all their rubbish behind the seats, and on the pavement.
Angela had already picked up three cans and binned them upon our arrival. There was no excuse for this appalling behaviour. The bin was right next to them! This was a particularly bitter pill to swallow as the vans always get blamed for rubbish being left up here in Scotland. Perhaps look a little close to home. Rant over.
This evening we needed a good internet connection so we could watch the England v Denmark football match, (appalling weren't we?). Out park up is beside Laggan Bay, a vast white sand beach with dunes and rolling breakers. It reminds us of the French Atlantic coast, without the sun and blue skies. There is us and a couple in a tent. It is blustery and fresh. Right beside us is the islands airport.
As we cooked our evening meal we watched a plane arrive and then depart. To that's as exciting as it gets in these parts.
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